Lao Ma

A poorly composed poem:

Once upon a lustful time,
A horse snorted and laughed,
The smell from the pit of its maw,
Created a smell that would waft

The horse was rode for days on end,
And humped from the skies above,
Each rider who bounced upon the top,
Felt a wave of esteemed love

Groans and huffs emitted from their mouths,
And they wanted to never return,
To their drab, humdrum lives,
Which they’d prefer over a burn

By Shivang Shelat

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